Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Uzbekistan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Iggy Pop to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Dorothy Ashby,
48th St. Collective,
Pantytec,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Steve Hackett,
DNA,
Arthur Verocai,
Youth Brigade,
Eli Mardock,
Rekid,
Absolute Body Control,
Marcia Griffiths,
Severed Heads,
The Victims,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scrapy,
Second Layer,
The Fire Engines,
Jeff Mills,
Supertramp,
Ornette Coleman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stereo Dub,
Black Sheep,
Donny Hathaway,
Con Funk Shun,
Essential Logic,
Sonic Youth,
Rufus Thomas,
Shuggie Otis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Niagra,
Khruangbin,
Tim Buckley,
Bluetip,
The Zeros,
Rapeman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Don Cherry,
Reagan Youth,
Max Romeo,
Rakim,
June Days,
Banda Bassotti,
The Golliwogs,
Agitation Free,
The Seeds,
Das Ding,
the Bar-Kays,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lungfish,
Erykah Badu,
Television Personalities,
The Sound,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.